#[ 🕸️ — the spider queen speaks — ic ]

[aracnaregis]

"Your Drow are borin' and ungrateful - would tap and let ya talk down to me, 11/10."

"Ohhh, aren’t you a fascinating little beast? A werewolf and a tiefling, with a tongue as sharp as your claws. And here I thought my drow were the height of arrogance. Tell me — would you really live up to it, or is that just the animal in you craving to be leashed and tamed? Either way... You have my attention."

[aracnaregis]

So... Don't you find me hot? 🤨🤨🤨

a real picture of vhaal whenever some common bitch non drow calls lolth hot

[koemiii]

Hii! I'm here for the matchup if it's alright.

Sexuality: AroAce, but I'd like a QPP [Queerplatonic partner] i am fine with being paired up with both genders.

Pronouns: He/she/they [any of the three is fine]

🏹 — AESTHETIC:

Metalhead all the way, and the other 1% knightly aesthetic.

🕸️ ; PERSONALITY — My personality is basically a brazilian on crack, I'm very loud and chaotic. I alternate between being clever and walking headfirst into a brick wall, I'm also very oblivious and blunt, you'll have to explain something to me at least 10 times again if i don't understand, i also like to make jokes, and puns sometimes! In general i just adore making jokes and getting a good laugh. I am just a crackhead. Speaking of crackhead, my humor is extremely broken; I'll laugh at anything ranging from the most chaotic thing (examples: a goddamn picture of an m&m, a horse with high heels, a piece of bread falling, the word balls, someone flying, literally an image of a tree with music) honestly anything ranging from just that will make me wheeze like my lungs just exploded, I'll be laughing like a deranged fox. I am seen as pretty chill, I'm honestly a happy-go-lucky person and I can socialize with everyone, i have a habit of cursing and invent the most absurd sounding curse words my favorite ones are “you blithering feculent shithole” “What in the name of sweet dong tickling horse fuck?!” “bunch of putrid douchesquatting cretins” “you shitsmearing fuckass” and finally “how can you be such a fucksquatting pain in the waste chute” i also have a knightly persona and act like a knight despite my use of constant profanity. 'Tis but the truest way of the knight! Any chance i get to act like a knight, I'll take it. if I'm in the presence of an animal and you're talking to me? I'll pay more attention to the animal. I usually miss major signs due to me being an oblivious asswhiffer. i also have a habit of usually just agreeing on anything and never really taking action, just obeying orders lol- i basically act like an actual knight to their queen/king. 😭

🕸️ ; HOBBIES — drawing my QPP partner in a cute art style,reading, writing, playing the guitar, cracking my bones- like how people crack their fists, i do that except with every bone in my body, ankles, shoulders, neck, fingers you name it. Acting like a knight, or just whatever random clusterfuckery my dumb fuckass of a brain can come up with

🕸️ ; LIKES : animals,cats,ice cream,peanuts,the color red,Greek mythology,heavy metal/deathcore metal,dad jokes or any jokes, romcoms, cold food & drinks, the season of winter.

🕸️ ; DISLIKES : Tea, Coca Cola, Strawberries, Hot food, The season of Summer, icing and cake, any bug.. i guess there's not much.

INSECURITIES: my face i actually have a baby face and it ain't good, the scar on my left eye, my fear of thunder and thunderstorms it leaves me sobbing, another fear is bugs it also leaves me sobbing no matter the size of the bug i will scream so loud. The fact that I cook bad :'(

SOMETHING I LIKE IN A PARTNER: uhm anything really i don't think i even have a dislike.

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BONUS:

🕸️ ; AFFECTION — I love making "fun" of people.. in a loving way. like I'll say something that's like “Hi there little stinky baby!” In a high pitched voiced to someone i find stinky [mean demeanor or just tsundere behavior] basically like how cat owners talk to their cats, if they mess up a word I'll also mimic them in the same high pitched tone while rubbing their face and lightly squeezing it adding a “you're so cute! Such a cutie!” everytime, if I'm far away; I'll be giggling and doing squeezey hands. I also love cuddling! I love being the little spoon despite being tall. I love drawing my partner in a cute art style! Only way to describe my love language is basically affectionate teasing. I'm very clingy too-

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I really like spiders! They actually don't scare me at all, in fact when i see one i pet them using my finger and let them crawl on my hand. I actually have a pet spider too! His name's bobby and he's a tarantula! His species name is Arizona Blonde

Hope this wasn't too long..

Hihi!!!! How are you? Ahh you're like me in someway!! My humor is brokenmm too like ur mum. /j

results down there!!

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Your fated partner is... Hutao!!

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Y'all will definetely go out to have a movie date and theme park hangouts i'm sure of it. Life's no fun without these things!!

You and Hutao share the same broken humor. She has patience in explaning everything to you despite your nature!!

You and her's like two peas in a pod. Loud and chaotic? Her thing.

The habit of absurd sounding curse words from you, hmm...she has learnt a few- well, maybe not a few. A plenty of them to count. Or maybe you can't count anymore. Okay. Too much to count.

Ooh you act like a knight? She's interested in roleplaying with you!! She just geniuely loves the vibes you radiate (especially around her.)

Do you know, Hutao loves to write poems!!! So I think this will be a great opportunity to exchange ideas on poems, stories...etc.

Everytime she hears you cracking a bone, she'll never miss the chance of selling you coffin(s). She thinks you’re helping her to boost income!!!

There's a cat outside the Wanghsneg Funeral Parlour. Hutao feeds it daily wayy before she met you. She has been friends with the stray cats n dogs in Liyue since she's stil young!! Sometimes takes you to where the animals are. She knows you like them!

She's into heavy metal/deathcore metal too, not surprisingly. I feel like since you and her share the same aesthetic, she steals your clothes 24/7 and doesn't even tell you until you ask her hehehe. She just gives you back a cheeky smile when she returns your clothes.

You and her sleep together everynight. And those nights are always filled with bedtime storytelling, from you telling her Greek Mythology to her telling you histories about Liyue which she heard from Zhongli.

When it's winter, y'all go out to have a snowball fight!!

In conclusion, although she seems to sell you coffins everyday, she doesn't want to lose you. She doesn't want you to die on her too fast. As her partner, it's her job to protect you!! She loves you so much.

Woww...you love spiders and you even have a pet spider!!! That's so great!! But Hutao rembers that you dislike insects...hm, well, maybe spiders hold a special place in your heart just like herself.

Bobby's cute!! She knows that. Finds it amazing too, letting Bobby crawl onto your hand. However she had tried selling bobby pint-sized coffins.

Hutao loves your cat so much!! Whenever she and Morrigan cross paths in the home, she'll pet them. Who can resist a floofy and warm cat, she says.

I assume the origin of Morrigan's name have became some night's bedtime stories with you telling her.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳BONUS!! -ˏ͛-

Everyone has their own insecurities and fears, so it really doesn't matter to her. She understands. She promised that she'll protect you!!

She doesn't find your baby face bad. It just makes you yourself unique!! Instead she finds it cute and she doesn't hesitate to tell you that you're cute. That's really what she thinks and this isn't your flaw. It's what makes her little stupid boo special!!

When it's having a thunderstorm, she know that you'll be scared. She may seem unrealiable at first glance but she's wayy more than that. She'll engulf you into her, cover your ears and whisper comforting words. May even pat your head too!! So don't be scared.

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sorry if this took too long!! hope you like this ;) lmk in the comments if i missed anything please!!

[aracnaregis]

*looks at all the drow in disappointment*

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I expected more from you."

[aracnaregis]

" Haha... You're sexy... Do you have eggs?"

(I'm sorry that they're weird)

"Did your little mortal brain hatch that question all by itself? Hmmm?? PATHETIC STUPID MORTAL, I SPIN FATES, I WEAVE DESTRUCTION, I CRUSH THE WEAK AND ASCEND THE CUNNING! I AM THE SPIDER QUEEN!!!"

"...and yes, I lay eggs."

[aracnaregis]

"I have YOU. All of you. My precious, precious children... MWAHAHAHAHAHA"

"Tell me, how many of your clever plans will it take before you finally remember who pulls your strings?"

@aracnaregis

"That depends when will you learn to stay in the abyss? I'm sure you have babies to torment or driders to play with."

[aracnaregis]

“ please stop hunting my wife. “ -gorlonsward

"Oh, how delightful — you misunderstand. Every trial I place upon her is a gift, a way to make her stronger, more worthy of my favor. You should be thanking me, for it is only through such challenges that she will truly rise."

[aracnaregis]

"There are times I think you don't take me seriously. I think that ought to change."

"Oh, dear Mystra," The spider takes a sharp inhale, pretending to be dramatically wounded, but quickly drops the act, her expression shifting to a flat, uninterested boredom. "I take you exactly as seriously as you deserve. Perhaps you’re mistaking my amusement for a lack of respect. That’s on you, isn’t it?"

[aracnaregis]

Felicitas picks up her flute and plays the "Waa waaa trumpet" melody on it right in Lolth's back.

*gestures vaguely towards @devouringmadness *

*looks at all the so-called LOLTH-SWORN drow*

"See? That's why I abandoned you."

[aracnaregis]

Lolth’s laughter slithered through the shadows, soft and silken, laced with venom and delight. Her many eyes gleamed in the darkness, fixed upon Jinx with a glint of predatory pleasure. “Oh, little spinner of promises,” she purred, her voice a honeyed snare. “You weave such beautiful words. And such bold claims... reshaping the web of the world in my name. How utterly delicious.”

The goddess extended a hand, her fingers dancing through the air as if plucking unseen threads. Shadows thickened, coiling around her, twisting into a swirling mass that pulsed with otherworldly power. “You amuse me, my child. And for that, you shall bear my favour.” She flicked her wrist, and from the writhing darkness emerged a sigil, glowing faintly in the form of a spider’s mark. It hovered in front of Jinx, waiting for her touch.

Lolth’s eyes glittered with dark amusement as she observed the little drow before her. Power was such a fragile gift, after all. To Jinx, it would feel intoxicating, transformative — a tool to reshape the world, to climb higher, to carve fear into the hearts of the unworthy. But Lolth’s true intention was far less benevolent. The blessing was a web of its own, spun not to uplift but to entangle. She bestowed it not out of generosity, but out of a burning curiosity to watch how swiftly Jinx would spiral into ruin, how the weight of her newfound strength would crush her under her own ambition. The chaos she would unleash in her rise and inevitable fall — alliances broken, blood spilled, relationships torn apart — would be the sweetest spectacle. Lolth fed on that destruction, that discord, her fingers twitching with glee at the thought of Jinx thrashing in the snare of her own making. To empower a mortal was not to elevate them — it was to offer them the means of their own undoing, all while Lolth savored every delicious moment.

“Go now, my ranger,” Lolth murmured, her tone dripping with cruel delight. “With this blessing, summon a spider of monstrous size — your companion and enforcer of my will. Let it crawl forth from the web to crush those who dare defy you. Or me. Let them learn what it means to tremble before my glory.”

She leaned back into the shadows, her lips curving into a sinister smile. “Do not disappoint me, Jinx. The web is vast, and it watches all.”

"Go on, Jinx. AMUSE ME."

jinx’s  mind  flickered  with  images  from  her  past  as  she  stood  before  the  imposing  presence  of  lolth.  the  memories  clawed  at  her,  each  one  sharper  than  the  last.  the  snickers  of  her  sisters  echoed  in  her  ears,  their  mocking  laughter  cutting  deeper  than  any  blade.

“ you’ll  never  be  one  of  us,  jinx.  leave  the  swords  to  the  real  drow. ” “ go  ahead,  play  your  little  games.  maybe  one  day  someone  will  take  you  seriously...  by  mistake. ”

she  had  tried  to  laugh  it  off,  to  cover  the  hurt  with  her  usual  cheerful  façade.  she’d  spun  dazzling  illusions  to  distract  herself,  to  convince  herself  she  didn’t  need  their  approval.  but  even  the  brightest  illusions  couldn’t  mask  the  sting  of  rejection.  her  own  family  had  called  her  weak,  strange,  unworthy  of  the  house’s  name.

for  years,  she  had  clung  to  the  dream  of  being  like  drizzt  do'urden.  a  rebel,  a  hero,  someone  who  could  rise  above  the  venomous  webs  of  drow  society  and  prove  that  she  was  different.  but  standing  here,  beneath  the  dark,  all-seeing  gaze  of  the  spider  queen,  a  new  clarity  dawned  on  her.

why  run?  why  hide?  why  seek  the  approval  of  those  who  would  never  see  her  worth?

her  lips  curled  into  a  slow,  sinister  smile  as  the  fire  of  vengeance  ignited  in  her  chest.  no,  she  didn’t  need  to  flee  like  drizzt.  she  didn’t  need  to  be  a  hero.  she  could  carve  her  own  path,  one  where  they  would  never  dare  look  down  on  her  again.

“ my  queen, ” she  began,  her  voice  honeyed  yet  sharp  as  a  blade,  “ you’ve  watched  me,  haven’t  you?  watched  as  they  spat  on  me,  mocked  me,  cast  me  aside  as  nothing  more  than  a  shadow.  they  think  me  weak.  but  shadows,  mother  of  spiders,  are  where  your  power  thrives,  aren’t  they? ”

she  stepped  forward,  her  illusions  swirling  around  her,  shifting  and  coiling  like  predators  ready  to  strike.  her  tone  grew  darker,  her  grin  more  wicked.

“ why  should  i  run  from  them  when  i  can  make  them  bow?  i’ll  show  them  the  strength  they  refused  to  see.  i’ll  become  more  than  they  could  ever  dream—a  matriarch  greater  than  any  in  my  family’s  history.  when  they  see  my  shadow  darken  their  halls,  they  will  tremble.  when  they  hear  my  name  whispered,  they  will  fall  to  their  knees,  begging  for  mercy  i  will  not  grant. ”

her  voice  dropped  to  a  venomous  whisper,  her  glowing  eyes  fixed  on  lolth’s.

“ and  all  of  it,  my  queen,  will  be  in  your  honor.  give  me  your  blessing,  and  i  will  make  the  underdark  itself  sing  of  my  vengeance. ”

the  illusions  around  her  solidified  into  a  towering  image  of  a  throne,  wreathed  in  shadows  and  spider  silk,  a  vision  of  the  power  she  craved.  jinx  knelt  before  lolth,  her  head  bowed  but  her  resolve  unshakable.

“ amuse  you?  oh,  my  queen,  i’ll  do  far  more  than  that.  i’ll  reshape  the  web  of  our  world, so  that  all  who  walk  the  depths  may  tremble  at  your  glory.  your  name  will  be  whispered  with  fear  and  reverence,  as  even  the  most  defiant  will  bow  before  your  power,  knowing  that  all  things,  even  their  fate,  are  woven  by  your  hand. ”

[aracnaregis]

@mephist4r : ❝ i've seen far more horrific beauty in darker places , little spider . ❞

@mephist4r

Lolth's laugh was a venomous melody, sweet and cruel all at once. "Oh, darling," she cooed, her voice dripping with derision. "And yet... You crawled out of those darker places only to find yourself here, still speaking to me. That says volumes, doesn't it?"

[aracnaregis]

"Nothing interests me less than impressing you." - amalica // @fleshcarverfugitive

"Ah, but you already have, Amalica," Lolth crooned, her voice dripping with mockery and delight. "Such defiance, such fire... It’s adorable. You may claim indifference, but every word you speak, every rebellious glare, is just another strand in the web you've already woven for me. Oh yes, you’ve impressed me — deliciously so."

[aracnaregis]

"Oh, really? I am an insect?" Zariel cocked her head aside and tapped one of her claws on the floor. "Colourful choice of words for someone who has eight legs. Would be a shame if someone were to trim them, don't you think, Lolth?"

"Awww, flap those pretty little wings and puff up that fragile chest while you can, little moth. It won’t be long before you flutter straight. Into. My. Webs."

[aracnaregis]

"House Dryaliss is no more, indeed... And you did such a great job in assuring that."

A smile surges in the spider's lips, eyes gleaming as Amalica brandishes that cursed sword. Ah, the defiance, the recklessness, the bloodlust! Would the drow be tempted to bury that blade in her own creator's chest? Ah, the thrill! It was all so, so... ENTERTAINING!

"Bold of you to assume I hold no place in your heart, when every waking moment is consumed by thoughts of me. Every step you take, every choice you make — it all revolves around my rule. Deny it all you like, but the truth is plain: I made you. I carved you into what you are, and even now, I CONTINUE TO MOLD YOU. You are mine, in mind, in spirit, in everything."

A long, flourished, almost nurturing sigh follows.

"Seek me out when you're ready for what I have in store for you, my dear, sweet, Amalica..."

"Awwww, did you reeeaaally think you could escape me? How adorable."

𝐎𝐇 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐇 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 | 𝐔𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐬𝐤 𝐋𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐇 𝐉𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄.

"Well, I'd say I've done a pretty nice job of it."

Phalar Aluve shrieked in the presence of Eilistraee's wicked mother, gripped tight in Amalica's hands as she eyed the Spider Bitch with no shortage of contempt and perhaps just a bit of fear.

"House Dryaalis is no more. I live free under the moon and stars as we did centuries ago. You hold no sway over me, Flesh Carver."

[aracnaregis]

Sooo, how much does it irk you that Zariel, the Lord of the First, uses the effigy of an albino drow armed with a spear if she chooses to appear in Faerun?

"Irk me? Oh, darling, it amuses me. Zariel, that little fallen INSECT, parading around with her pale imitation of my children? It's almost flattering — almost. But really, it’s just sad. She tries so hard to embody the strength, cunning, and grace that she could never truly achieve. No amount of spears or stolen imagery will make her anything more than a celestial failure playing at being something greater."

[aracnaregis]

See you tomorrow, my children~